A Special Enough Meeting Gift

Afterwards, Fang Li found a hotel in the Royal Capital that was neither high-class nor low-class, but rather a decent place, and booked a room.

The money he received from Roswaal was not a small amount; if you counted carefully, it might be close to tens of thousands of Saint Gold Coin.

With such wealth, it wouldn't be impossible for them to not only book hotel rooms, but also buy a hotel building.

Therefore, Fang Li doesn't need to worry about money at all.

Fang Li's plan is as follows.

"Now that the matter with Subaru Natsuki has been resolved, let's focus on dealing with the Witch Cult."

Regardless, Subaru Natsuki's side is no longer important.

After all, if Subaru Natsuki continues to live under Reinhard's protection, then Fang Li has no reason to follow him indefinitely; it's better for him to continue doing his own thing.

"Now that things have come to this point, I actually hope that the Witch Cult will appear around this time, just like in the original story."

We'll see how much impact Fang Li has had since arriving in this world.

"After tomorrow's Royal Selection meeting, Emilia should return to the manor, right?"

If the Witch Cult doesn't appear by then, Fang Li might stay here.

"After all, arrangements have already been made at the mansion, while we here have to keep an eye on things."

According to Elsa and Meli's intelligence, the Witch Cult is targeting Emilia.

However, Fang Li believed that there were also things in this Royal Capital that could attract the Witch Cult.

It was because of this thought that Fang Li chose to confront Subaru Natsuki directly.

"That way, I can do whatever I want without any scruples..."

The first day of returning to the Royal Capital passed quietly under these circumstances.

The next day, Fang Li got up and first tempered his Star Pulse Energy in his room before leaving the hotel to go out on the street.

However, just as Fang Li stepped out of the hotel, a voice called out to him.

"The man who looks different from ordinary people at first glance, you must be the one being referred to, right?"

When the sound rang out, Fang Li stopped in his tracks.

Frankly speaking, if you take this sentence literally, not many people would think that the other person is talking about themselves.

However, Fang Li was certain of it.

Because, almost immediately, an aura locked onto Fang Li.

It had an aura somewhat similar to that of the old gentleman from before.

It carried the aura of a sharp sword.

Therefore, the opponent must be a seasoned and experienced fighter.

Fang Li made this judgment.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Li turned his head and looked at the side of the hotel.

"Hey, hello there."

The person who greeted Fang Li in such a somewhat frivolous yet unusually deep voice was, undeniably, quite eye-catching in every way.

He was wearing a helmet made of pure iron.

He was wearing a half-length cloak that looked like a raincoat or woven from straw.

Beneath the cloak was an outfit resembling that of a bandit.

He was also carrying a knife on his back.

A striking, burly man was waving at Fang Li.

This action caught Fang Li's attention.

The other party only had one hand.

The other hand has probably been cut off and completely disappeared.

Fang Li narrowed his eyes as he looked at the person.

The memories in his mind were brought to light, allowing Fang Li to understand the identity of the person in front of him.

However, Fang Li did not say it directly, but instead asked in a deliberate questioning tone.

Who are you?

Fang Li's question made the other person scratch his head, but he only scratched his helmet, causing a screeching sound.

"My name is Al," the other person introduced himself, speaking in a tone that was hard to decipher but clearly carried a nonchalant air. "So you wouldn't recognize me anyway, so why don't you just come with me?"

This statement sounds like it's about plotting something sinister.

I believe that anyone who leaves with a suspicious person who says such things, unless they know him, is either trying to lure or deceive children.

"Of course, I'm not planning on kidnapping anyone." Al, as if he were aware of his own suspiciousness, said very brazenly, "Anyway, with your abilities, you're not afraid of being taken advantage of. How about you show off your manliness here?"

"Not very good." Fang Li said bluntly, "I'm very busy and don't have time to play with you. Please go and find someone else."

After saying that, Fang Li turned around decisively and prepared to leave.

At that very moment, Al's voice slowly rang out.

"Witch Cult..."

Those three short words brought Fang Li to a sudden halt.

"You really did stop?" Al said, seemingly surprised. "Just as the princess said!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Li ignored Al's antics and turned to look at him.

A glint of icy blue light flashed in his eyes.

What do you know?

A slight pressure rose from Fang Li's body.

"Wow, that's terrifying. This is the first time I've ever encountered such pure and amazing killing intent. It's as if he was born into this world just to kill people." Al said, half admiring and half surprised. "Well, don't be nervous. I'm just a messenger. They told me to say these three words when you're unmoved, and then you'll stop and listen to me."

"By the way, by the way, finding your place wasn't something I deliberately investigated." Al raised his one arm and said, "The princess said you're here. Although it was just a random place she pointed out, the world revolves around that princess, so you must be here."

His remarks were still as inexplicable as ever.

Unfortunately, Fang Li understood.

Fang Li lowered his head and murmured to himself.

"You really treat me like a toy for your amusement?"

As he said this, Fang Li's lips slowly curled up.

"Then let me start with something interesting for you."

After speaking, Fang Li raised his head and looked at Al.

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

Royal Capital, Noble District.

On the road leading to the royal city, a luxurious Dragon Carriage, so extravagant it made one question the meaning of life, was traveling at a leisurely pace, moving forward.

Dragon Carriage, Priscilla sat on the soft sofa, legs crossed, her gaze drifting to the side.

There, Al, dressed in a peculiar outfit, was being trampled on the ground by a foot, looking as grotesque as could be.

As for those who trample on Al, no explanation is needed anymore.

"I'm sorry to treat your knight this way."

Fang Li sat opposite Priscilla, stepping on Al while smiling at Priscilla.

"This gift should be special enough, right?"